Showing posts with label mothers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mothers. Show all posts

Saturday, April 13, 2024

April - Poetry Month - 2024, Day Thirteen, M - Mothers and Music

      Happy Poetry Month!

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        I'm taking the advice from the poet who has given so much to help us all, including students and teachers, write poetry. I'll be moving from A to Z, obviously needing to combine a few to make it all come out to 30. FYI—Sometimes, Paul Janeczko offers a prompt to write a poem that begins with the specific alphabet letter instead of a poem type. It will be fun to be open to writing in all kinds of ways!

       You can find the path to the Progressive Poem over to the right! Simply click on the graphic!

       It was my mother's birthday a few days ago and Mother's Day is in a few weeks. The prompts today, among others, are "mother" and "music".  When I was little, my mother sang the old lullaby, "Too Ra, Loo Ra, Loo Ral" to me and it remains a vivid memory. Then, looking through some old sheet music, a part of one page held these lyrics, seeming serendipitous since I spend my growing up years in Missouri. Thus, the nod to music in two ways and to my mother.


Mama Tunes  

 

Sweet and low,

rock-a-bye,

hush now,

don’t you cry.

 

Toora loora

            lullaby, goodnight.            

Don’t say a word,

I’ll tuck you tight.

 

Hush little baby,

drowsy hours are creeping.

Come lie adrift

in moonbeams streaming.

 

Mother sang

these songs to me.

Still rocking me

in memories.

              Linda Baie ©  


Saturday, May 7, 2016

Celebrating Stories


         Every Saturday (or Sunday) I celebrate with Ruth Ayres at Discover Play Build.  and link with others who share their celebrations, too. Ruth has made it a wonderful weekend of celebrating parts of our week. 

"Each day of our lives we make deposits in the memory banks of our children." C.R. Swindol

        Like Ruth today, I've struggled with my celebration. There are many, but I have already celebrated books (it was a great week of new books, for me and for the grand-girls), the bookstore (I've worked 3 times this week, time taken, but it was a pleasure), and nature (snow is gone; spring seems to have arrived-finally-with flowers and tree leaves popping out all over). And I am grateful for these parts of my life. 
        However today, I've decided to celebrate story, the stories of all those mothers in my life. Each one has a story to celebrate, hardships and challenges overcome, children brought up to be good people that have been or are good citizens in our world.